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I get it now . . . how people would want, crave, and yearn a thing so badly. But once they held it, as quick as the blink of an eye, their interest would fade away. And in time, they would fade away too.
Just like the beauty at the first glance of the sunrise, people will be quickly mesmerized by it. But there awaits the moon that will bloom and will later on hold its own version of comeliness. And you will come to realize that the first capture of the sunrise is the first glance of you smiling over those simple and sweet messages from someone you just met, those how are you's, and hilarious sentiments in just a short moment. But you will suddenly recall that everything is only short-lasting because there will come the moon that holds another beauty, another excitement for someone else, and as for you, it's another season of being left behind; of waiting and hoping and praying. That's why I get it now; that people would want you and would do everything to get you, to hold you, to feel you.
But once it all happens, everything will come crashing down and will wreck every hope you have left . . . because in the end, people will chase another blossom, another scent of beauty, another exemplar of fantasy.
And as fast as the strike of lightning, you will come to a point of great realization that people come and go. And as instant as how the drought replaces the plenitude of rain, you will harvest each seed of hope you planted in your soul; you will always end up alone in a room full of hopelessness -such thoughts will bombard your head. You will endlessly whimper. And each tear you will shed is a tear of unfamiliar yearning for someone who will never be yours, each tear is a reflection of a love that can never happen.
Then, you will realize that all you want in life is to be found and be held by someone who will willingly cage you in his arms, who will hold your hands tightly, who will courageously fight for you and prove the pureness of his love to you, and will give you tender kisses in the forehead as a strong weapon of reassurance, and the hope of being loved will linger in your mind forever.
But, as the stars twinkle in the night, the sad reality will grow bigger and will shine until it becomes obvious in your eyes; you will see the walls you build again, the boundaries you set, the limitations you put.
Expecting something from someone may be painful at first because there's a tiny voice in your heart that screams to be loved. But, it is false, illicit. It is not yours to claim, not even your love story to be written.
The right person will never make you strangle in false hopes and struggle in shallow faith. That's why I get it now.
